Air New Zealand old-style "Premium" Economy (aka plenty of legroom for taller folks but no movable armrests, aka "shimmy into your bucket and hug yourself tightly for seven hours" for the non-twee, and I want to throw up just thinking about it).

Having to do it all over again in a couple of months, backwards. (Life is complicated, but I tell myself that next time I'll have enough advance notice to plan a route through Hawaii with an overnight.)

The obvious.

* A crueler wife would ball up her jacket and stick it under her shirt before exiting baggage claim.